Chapter 422

“That’s right. I have been practicing non-stop from morning till night these past few days!” Bryson said confidently, as he slowly walked up to them. This was the first time Ophelia had come face to face with Bryson, and she immediately understood why so many women were drawn to him, apart from his impressive family background. It was probably because of his handsome appearance. He was already handsome when sitting in a wheelchair, but now, when he stands up, he is even more charming and elegant, like a jade tree in the wind. It seems like this phrase was specially crafted for him.

“Ophelia, was I handsome enough to impress you?” Bryson smirked self-assuredly, catching her gaze and winking at her.

Ophelia instantly composed her expression, turned her head, and said, “Husband, he flirted with me.”

Winford’s face turned cold. “Bryson, are you asking for trouble?”

Bryson: “???”

Is this what it felt like to freeze in the June snow? He just boasted a sentence; what’s the big deal! Men with wives are simply unreasonable!

Bryson walked away with a desolate and angry expression on his face.

“Honey, I’m going to change my clothes, okay?” Ophelia explained to Winford, glancing at Bryson’s figure, and then leisurely followed him.

18:00

Bryson turned his head and found that she had followed him. He squinted his eyes and smirked contentedly. “Are you here to apologize? Then go ahead, be sincere, and I will forgive you immediately!”

“No, there is something I wanted to tell you,” she smiled slightly, tapped on her phone, and waved at him. “Come over, I want to show you something precious.”

Somehow, Bryson caught a glimpse of her smile and suddenly felt uneasy. Bryson, who had just been tricked by her, immediately became alert. But just by taking a glance at the phone, what could happen?

With this thought in mind, he approached.

Then, Bryson said,

The air suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the familiar conversation on the screenshot and his earth-shattering declaration of “If I do well, I’ll livestream eating shit,” Bryson had a moment where he wished he could roll back onto his wheelchair!

“That cheat, ugh, is that you?!” he looked up, staring at Ophelia in disbelief.

Ophelia put away her phone and revealed a devilish smile. “It’s me, surprised or not, unexpected or not?”

Bryson was unwilling to believe. “You had never seen me back then, how did you know I was poisoned?”

“I naturally have my ways, but in any case, Bryson wouldn’t be thinking of dodging his responsibilities now, would he?” Ophelia narrowed her beautiful eyes, her expression turning dangerous.

Bryson subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly thought of his friend Winford, who prioritized romantic relationships over friendships, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth choked him.

“…No.” He said, his face ashen, despairing. “I ate, I ate tonight!”

Afterwards, Bryson went to find the servant and mysteriously instructed him without anyone knowing what was said.

In the evening, Lenora came over.

“Ophelia!” As she entered, she happily embraced Ophelia first. Then, obediently she shouted, “Winford.”

“Hmm.” Winford responded and casually instructed the servant, “Go and tidy up Ms. Whitaker’s room.”

Ophelia turned around, surprised and delighted, and asked, “When did you arrange a room for Nora?”

Winford patted her head and said, “I had prepared everything after moving back.”

Knowing that she had a deep bond with Lenora, she had previously left a room for Lenora in the apartment. When she moved back to Sunset Vista, she naturally didn’t forget to instruct the servants.

Lenora was also overjoyed and embarrassedly said, “Thank you, Winford.”